Chapter 14

Riddhima: hey… why are you taking off your clothes?

Armaan: because… you just spoiled it.

Riddhima: why are you not using washroom.

Riddhima turned her back to him, as she twisted her position on the bed. She couldn't believe this guy; he was changing right in front of her. Seriously, she was not his wife now in real.

Armaan: you don't order me, okay. Here I order people

Riddhima: bada aya Hitler!

Riddhima: sorry. What?

Armaan: I said, do you still have those scars? Cuts? That people gave you…

Riddhima: Y..Yes. Why?

Armaan: show me.

Riddhima: What? NO. I can't! Okay.

She shifted uneasily on the bed, waiting for him to change.

Armaan: I need to see it. It is the only thing which can make me trust you whatever you said. You may turn, I am dressed.

Riddhima: you doubting me still? You don't trust me right?

Armaan: sorry I am human being. Now show!

She got off the bed and moved towards the door, still staring at him with disappointment, trying to get away from him as far as she can.

Riddhima: I can't… they are in… I can't expose those areas to you…

Armaan: You have to as I say

Riddhima: you are a badest jerk… I ever met.

Armaan: not bad as those! Right ?

Soon enough there was a knock on the door, and servant calling them down for dinner. And that is the moment, they realized that they had spend an Entire day talking listening to one another, trying to know and to believe one another.

Naina: Riddhima, Anjali dropped a suit case of yours, your clothes and some important things in it.

Riddhima: yea, I did get the text of her. Thank you aunty

Billy: so Riddhima, you work in hospital? When would you join back

Riddhima: in a day or two… once di and my family leave for paris.

Billy: that's good. One should always work to live health life. And isn't that great we have a doctor at home. No need to call doctors from outside any more, right naina?

Naina: yea… I guess.

Riddhima: so uncle, what problem do you have… on health basis.

Billy: I am just diabetic. And have issue of high blood pressure.

Naina: and he forgets to have medicine.

Billy: they taste bad, is it my fault Riddhima?

Riddhima: no not really, but you don't have choice, uncle. You should intact medicines.

Naina: entire house runs after him for this medicine. God he can be kid some time.

Billy: come on! It's so fun!

Armaan: no fun dad… seriously, you tired us for no reason.

Atul: me too.

Naina: I am so out of it now. My knee feels cramps when I run.

Riddhima: I am up. I am all young, healthy to run after you uncle. What say? Have you taken the night medicine

Billy: unfortunately yes. Dear. But there is always a tomorrow.

Riddhima: yea. Tomorrow it is then.

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Riddhima gathered her stuff from suit case and placed it in the empty cupboard provided by Armaan, in his room. He was really quite working over his laptop, with a Bluetooth rightly plugged on his ear.

She stared at him while moving around the room, as she arranged her wardrobe, her temporary wardrobe but she didn't give a single chance of getting his glimpses. His toned features, his looks – his quite look, was seriously sensuous… she didn't knew how she would cope up with her hormones with such a handsome man in the same room. She shook her head, and closed the wardrobe, only to gasp loudly, as she bumped directly into him.

Riddhima: what?

Armaan: nothing. Just wanted to tell you something.

Riddhima: that is…

Armaan: stop staring. I know I am quite attractive.

Riddhima: I was not…

She moved back and crashed into the wardrobe behind her, he came close to her, smirking.

Armaan: Yes I saw you… don't lie.

He whispered, bending near her cheek. She flinched. He nudged his nose over her cheek and breathes over her skin, letting shivers pass through her veins. She closed her eyes, gasping, slowly she was losing herself in the moment… when she started to have the glimpse of her past; this was something she never felt with her so-called love mani… what was this then? No… she can never fall for anyone else now… she hated the word of love. She had promised herself not to get into any relation. And she would stick to that promise. She slowly came back to her senses; she started opening her eyes, and spoke, firmly.

Riddhima: I need to change. Please move… Armaan.

Armaan: sure.

She placed her hand over his chest and slightly pushed him back. She grabbed her clothes and rushed into the washroom. While Armaan made a thought full face. He silently nodded to himself agreeing to the fact, that this beauty in the same room would turn him crazy, one day.

She came out dressed in a loose white shirt and tight shots that ended over her hip only, though the shirt was so big that it covered her entire shots. He silently licked his lower lips as he saw her stepping out of the washroom, what could he do? A chick was being served to him in his room, and on top he was known for having a Casanova image… and he agreed to it, because that is what he was. He lowered his gaze, and spoke.

Armaan: Anjali ticket book, tomorrow evening. Tickets will be sent to her in morning, through courier. And I would drop to you at your house in early morning okay?

Riddhima: hmm thank you Armaan. For all of it. I hope you didn't tell Raj to book the tickets?

Armaan: No I have some private sources, a person, whom just I know, they are doing this.

Riddhima: okay. Good.

Armaan: Riddhima. You need to show me those cuts….

Riddhima: Armaan haven't I said, I can't.

She angrily blasted at him, how can she? They were close to her private place she can't. This was way too personal. Yea she was abused by them, but she won't let this man do something to her too… who this guy… he was still a stranger. How can she just pull out her shirt just to make him trust her? Tears dropped her eyes.

Armaan: hey… not the tears. I do trust you… I just felt like viewing it once, so that I can trust you and never doubt your intention… you know my family is at stake too….

He moved closer and cupped her face. And at once something got his attention over her face, he closely absorbed her face. She had no make, nothing over her skin, the cuts on her cheek were slightly visible, he flinched seeing them on her beautiful soft skin.

Armaan: Hey… I can see it on your face.

Riddhima: You can… are they dark? Deep?

He chuckled, woman and their craziness about their beauty.

Armaan: they are light… you have more?

He whispered, he was caressing the cut with his thumb trying to take all her pain… he don't know why? But he wanted to soothe her pain down, whatever it takes..

Riddhima: a lot… they are devil… Armaan. That is why please don't do anything wrong that would make Raj alert… they said, they would be more brutal to my family… if I cheat them.

Armaan: shhh…. Don't cry. I won't let thing go wrong now. Trust me.

He said, staring right in her eyes. He kissed her forehead. They stared into each others eyes for too long, when Riddhima broke the trance,

Riddhima: I need to apply ointment over the wounds….

She went to her purse and pulled out the tube, and started apply over her face where ever the cut was, she flinched every time she kept her finger tip over it.

Armaan: can I help…

Riddhima looked uncertain, she didn't want to but she did need a help…. But she didn't wanted too… didn't hearing a word from her, he got the word… he walk to her.

Armaan: You can handle the front. Right? Let me help you on your back. No masti. Promise.

She silently nodded and passed the cream to him.

Riddhima: be a little… soft.

He nodded, and asked her to lie down on bed, and pull her shirt up till she was comfortable about it. She did and closed her eyes being embarrassed. He saw around 6 cut in count. His anger boiled, he couldn't believe some one can be so cruel for his property, for a moment he felt he just let his property go for this girl… he applied, the cream where it was needed, and heard her gasp in pain. Poor thing, he thought.

Armaan: Ahem. Done. You may pull the shirt down.

Riddhima: thanks.

She got off the bed, grabbing the tube went into washroom. He was doing his best to control his hormones… he didn't wanted to break the promise he made; he wanted to solidify the trust between him and her… as they had families to save. And his lust could be hold for a while; he thought and grabbed his cell phone, to make few calls.